2, push the pillow south window, the neem flower is cold and shallow into the single yarn. "Little crimson lips push the pillow south window" Song? Wu Wenying
3, no one to talk about, waiting to open the window and see the scenery of Jiangnan at first sight. The song "Yongjiang Moon/Nian Nujiao"? Liu Chenweng
4, love, named Tsing Yi, pushing embroidered windows. Love Embroidery? Li Taigu
5, push the pillow to sit in the south window, and wait for Qing Dan. "Waiting for Dan" song? Lu you
6. At the end of the month, crows look at the leaves and push the window to fall between branches. "Huanxisha" modern? Wang Guowei
7. Close the house with tea fragrance and snow, and push the window and the mountain shadow to fall. "Occasionally" Song? Zhu Chen
8. In front of the sapphire case, freeze the window to make a snow lion. "Gong Ci" song? Hu zhonggong
9. Xiao Lai suddenly opened the window and saw something unusual. One hundred and fifty songs of Fu? Relieve the heart and the moon
10, pushing the window of Wansonglin, jumbled and trimmed. "17-day crossing the pool to listen to pine" Southern Song Dynasty? Han Juan
1 1, push the window to peep at the moon, and a branch opens outside the bamboo. Window of Yuemei Wudang? Yuan dynasty (1206- 1368)
12, when you push the window, the world is chaotic. "Eight songs around the valley and five snow rocks looking at the night" Wang gradually? bright
13, push the window to send the prospect, and the smoke tree opens. Sun Chengen's Full Garden Prosperity? bright
14. I couldn't sleep during the exhibition. Open the window to see the bright moon. "Mountain Pavilion to the Moon" Hu Zhonggong? Song dynasty; surname
15. There are no pictures on the four walls, so pushing the window is as simple as possible. Zhu Yuan Bookstore Hu Anguo? Northern Song Dynasty
I can't figure out the reason of the poem about La Traviata. There are insignificant reasons; I feel that you are silently loving others, alas! Diversity of the world: Why did I leave you? Why did I turn around again? ! Soon, I wrote to you and said that I would come back soon, and I would throw myself into your heart, eager to see you again and seek your gift and understanding.
Now I'm back with you. Oh, my God! What caught my eye was the closed doors and windows! People told me that there were maggots gnawing at my beloved in the grave, and now she is no longer alive, and now she is dead. At the last moment, only one person didn't forget you. She stood beside your bed in dismay. Friends are afraid to go near you, I know: it's rare for them to send you to the mausoleum.
I admire these two brave people very much. They didn't flinch and hesitate to worldly prejudice. They expressed their mourning for you with their actions and paid back the lost time. They have maintained their final loyalty to you, and the duke and earl have forgotten all about you; They disdained to give you a wreath, but they all bought your love with money.
3. Recommend some sad and beautiful sentences about flowers blooming and falling. 1. Be familiar with the past years and sing all the way, without worrying about your troubles or tomorrow. Mountains and water can forget each other, and stars and the moon can shine together. A person can also look at the running water. After the lotus blooms, he will be happy all his life.
2. Flowers bloom and fall at a specific time. Why do flowers bloom happily and fall sadly? What is the reason for the silence in my heart when I drive to drink tea? Su Shi has a saying: "People's taste is pure happiness." The world is warm, how can it be bright and happy? Look at fate, so is this.
Fireworks are flying all over the sky. Who am I attractive to? It's just that Hua is drunk, and Hua is drunk. Quicksand quicksand is flying all over the sky. Who am I missing? Just fate comes and goes, fate is like water.
In the garden of youth, flowers are in full bloom. Close your eyes, I'm afraid every petal is you.
Let your eyes be full of longing, cross the boundless breeze and moonlight, and slowly light up your heart with warmth. The wind, blowing through the west window, through the alley, gently shaking his sleeves, drunk, tears streaming down his face. Who is dancing lightly, making the flowers wither in such a hurry? Who, still holding the pipa, half covered the frivolous voice. Heart, loss, slow calculation, lost past.
6. As for the love that has disappeared, you are no longer my spring warmth, but you can be another person's flower.
7. At the moment of meeting, summer flowers bloom; Forever apart, Pu Cao is cool in autumn. When you are in my memory, the wind turns into snow; When you are in the real world, wandering around.
8. The missed years bloom in the desert in the north, but they are deserted in the spring and summer of reincarnation.
9. Memory is like a building with many windows. Some windows bask in winter bedding, and a beat is a piece of dust; Some windows are full of flowers and smell when they are opened.
10. Dream of the desert and don't spend time on the Acropolis. Pavilion, loneliness at hand; Worried to listen, the world spreads the sound of silence. And slowly exhorted, the people did not stop.
1 1. As long as there are flowers, life is not allowed to be accompanied by gloom.
12. Flowers are on the other side, flowers are on the other side, but there are no leaves.
13. When the flowers bloom, I can draw. When the flowers withered, I drew myself. There you are. Of course I drew you. When you leave, I will draw a memory.
14. Flowers bloom, not for falling, but for the future. ...
15. Flowers bloom and fall, flowers bloom and fall, flowers compete for beauty, and flowers without fruit accompany wine, which is common. If you want to spend your own flowers, you can see them. If you chase butterflies and scatter flowers and pollen, there will be no flowers in your eyes. Thank you for your hard work.
4. Collect ancient poems and modern poems about ideals. On the ideal poem 1, an old horse crouches tiger, aiming at a thousand miles; Martyrs are full of courage in their twilight years. (Wei's "Turtles Live Long") 2. Ten drivers in Ma Xu never give up their jobs. (Xun Kuang's Persuasion in the Warring States Period) 3. A dollar a day, a thousand days, a thousand; A rope saws wood, but a drop of water wears through. (Luo Song Dajing's He Linyu Record) 4. It is a disaster for Dashan. (An Huai Nan Zi) 5. Sincerely open the stone. (Southern Song Dynasty, Ye Fan's Book of Later Han Dynasty) ⑥. But as long as you climb a flight of stairs, you can broaden your horizons by 300 miles. (Wang Tangzhihuan) Nothing is easy in the world, only careless people. (Qingyuan Mei's Poems with the Garden) 8. If you have ambition, you will live for a hundred years. (Qing Shi Yukun's "Three Heroes and Five Righteousnesses") 9. Worry and fatigue can rejuvenate the country, and leisure can die. (Song Ouyang Xiu's History of the New Five Dynasties? Biography of Lingguan) 10, the sword front comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold. On the basis of the official book "Thousand Seven Words Couplets"), others are: 1, nine-story platform, starting from the soil; A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Laozi's classic Tao Te Ching in the Spring and Autumn Period) 2. A gentleman who doesn't learn is not virtuous. (Han Bangu, Hanshu) 3. If he can't learn, he asks if he doesn't know; Although you know, you must give in, and then you will know. (History of Han Han Ying Biography of Han Poetry) 4. Read it a hundred times and you will understand what you mean. (Jin "Three Kingdoms") 5. Never tire of learning, never tire of teaching. (The Analects of Confucius) 6. Accumulated soil makes mountains, and accumulated water makes seas. (Xun Kuang Warring States Confucianism) 7. Writing is like a spirit. (Tang Du Fu's 22 rhymes are Wei Zuocheng Zhang) 9. Wei has never worn an iron inkstone, so what year was it? (Song Luyou's "Poems by Jian Nan") 10, black hair doesn't know how to study hard early, and Bai Shoufang regrets studying late. (Tang Yan's true feelings "Encourage Learning") 5438+065436 Learning is endless. (Modern poetry is based on the official book "Couplets of Thousand Seven Words") The ideal sunshine-the ideal sunshine is as fascinating as the water in transparent body. It begins with a book, a casual look and a bizarre story. The reason for the obscurity is that the snow in the sky has melted and the singing of birds is no longer interrupted. The clear spring outside the mountain is still a faint youth. It responds with green water. Inspired by the human soul, the ideal sunshine is reflected by water and the body of water, and then the perception and figure of handstand is like a story connected with another story, forming its own body and world. When the desert retreats, let the condensed clouds and unprovoked feelings drift with the wind, let the fearless spirits of the earth play a holy and lasting movement, and let the acacia and consciousness that go deep into fate point to all the words of love ahead. It must also be the words about life and sunshine brought by ideals. The perception of thoughts lurking in the soul is like the ancient words of this spring. How to touch and read with the hand of the soul can make the dull confusion in the mood pass through the illusion like a cloud, and then suddenly be enlightened. Ideal is a compass to guide ships; Ideal is a ship, carrying you to sea for a long voyage. However, sometimes it is the arc of sea and sky kissing, which is unattainable and tortures your enterprising heart. It urges you to take firm steps on the vast sea. If it can bring you honor, it is only an accessory. However, only those who have experienced it understand that the ideal is the vibrant sunshine in the ruins, guiding you to overcome difficulties and move towards the future. Ideal is not the rhetoric of a visionary, but the belief of a down-to-earth person, which requires your unremitting efforts. Ideal is not a lush oasis, but a desert, which needs reclamation and transformation. Reality is not a reason for us to give up our ideals, but an excuse for those who love comfort to deceive themselves. Ordinary people are great because they have ideals. The ideal person is a "capitalized person". There are always people in the world who abandon their ideals. They chose to give up their ideals on this long road, but never abandoned anyone. Those who still have ideals choose to give sinners a new life and move on. Ideal is the immortal grass that revives the prodigal son, and ideal is the loving mother. Heroes lose their ideals, and the key to success is to degenerate into mediocrity in the past glory. Mediocre people lose their ideals, and the beacon of life is in one place. When the ideal bud germinates, the elm poplar will have shade. Please get on the ideal horse and start with the whip. Spring is on the road, and the sun is shining in the sky. The stars are shining-how can you hear them in the dark blue space? They deeply praised each other's second childhood in the silent dim light! It is the truth in the dream, the tearful smile in the memory, and the trembling of 30,000 hectares-the moon on the dark island has come up with the source of life and the place of death! Fourth brother is the first! Three bright and happy stars in the soul, gentle and unspeakable children in the depths of the soul! How to describe darkness? The depth of the soul, the depth of the universe, the rest place under strong light, and the reverse side of six mirrors feel unnatural. Why don't you turn over? Only lonely and angry people are awake! Listening to the fortuneteller's gong beating the fate of the world, eight residual flowers dotted the branches, birds flew away and scattered all over the floor-life is also such a glimpse. Nine dreams are the most hidden! I have clearly and honestly told you the secrets and worries in your own soul. Ideal is definitely not the kind of degenerate product in the picture of a full moon and a boring era, which can satisfy my heart with high-top leather shoes and castanets on my fingers. I gave it back to Gavagni, a poet suffering from chlorosis, his beautiful woman in the hospital, because among these pale roses, there is no red ideal like me. This heart is as deep as a ravine, Lady Macbeth. What it needs is you, evil soul, Aeschylus' dream in full bloom in the wind, or Michelangelo's daughter's great night. You made a strange gesture frankly, and the charm just corresponds to the smell of Titan (5). Peony has no ideal portrait of vegetation. It grows in spring and turns yellow in autumn. It turned out that it was gradually silted up for real sediment and turned into a dirty pond. number